I was cleaning off some of my camera memory cards tonight when I came across the photo above. I remember taking this photo distinctly. This is the village of Harmi in the Gorkha District of Nepal, about a two hour walk from Ampipal District Hospital. A little less than a year ago, my friend Bijay (from Charles County Maryland), Dikchhya, and I were on a trek. Collectively, we were collaborating on a few projects that involved health posts and libraries when we landed in this mountainous jungle habitat.
This was the hotbed and seat of the Maoist insurgency and up until we went there, it had probably been a place not for Americans to tread. In fact, just to get there, we had to walk on the edges of rice patties for a long time and sometimes during the most ferocious downpour imaginable.
The mud was slippery, we were tired, hot, and probably dehydrated. Many of you know that I have this little falling problem from time to time. I am not really sure why, but it seems to happen to me more than the next guy. Anyhow, I remember making some “wise” comment about something or another to Dikchhya and the next thing I knew, I came straight down onto my lower back.
Sure enough, I missed the edge of the mud pattie that we were crossing and then down about a two and a half foot drop. Not much, though it did hurt a bit.
- Praise God that he watches over me on every step that I take and when I do slip, he is still there (or sends someone) to care for me until I can once again walk, or in my case run!
AS for Harmi, we have sent 200 pounds of nice library books to a library built by Bijay and opened this to the community last October. Totally worth a fall, stones, and the crazy ambulance ride.
Carl for Arise Medical Missions (Germany)